Sweet Predicaments (F/M mostly, some F+/M), #16-6, 2025-06-02

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-4: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

"Tickle, tickle, tickle." Candice blew those words towards me filling in the air once more with her cherry scented breath. Her lithe fingers only gentle poked at my ribs and armpits this time. In contrast, it was Amelie, still out of sight, who much more vigorously ran her fingers all along my tights-clad legs, especially around my knees and the area between my toes and the ball of feet, right at the spots where I was most ticklish. My squirming and swaying became more vigorous, but futile as the pain due to the spiked chastity cage and the weighted nipple clamps also grew in intensity. To avoid more punishment, I forced myself to meet Candice's gaze who appeared delighted with my predicament.

As I squirmed and swayed helplessly, powerless to prevent any torment, mere inches away from Candice's gleeful face, she brought her left hand close to my nose, and teasingly mimicked a pinching movement. It is only then that I noticed she had painted her fingernails the same shade of teal as her dress. My eyes opened wider as I tried to shake my head no.

Candice gave me a wink, and pinched my nose shut just as I managed to inhale as much air as I could! Once more, my breathing was cut off, but I had done nothing to displease either of my tormentresses!

Candice winked again and released my nose but only long enough for me to exhale as she immediately re-pinched it. She then periodically released and re-pinched, allowing only one inhale or exhale each time, as Amelie's relentless tickling continued along my legs and Candice's free hand continued poking my ribs. My mind was in overdrive and there was nothing for me to do, but to mentally accept and ride out all the combined predicaments my body was experiencing: inability to breathe at will; inability to escape tickling fingers; inability to alleviate the sharp burning pain at my nipples; and inability to prevent my cock from pressing against the spikes of its tightly fitted and capped chastity cage.

Divine, blissful, yet painful and inescapable. I was in heaven.

"He's tearing up!" Candice exclaimed, "let's take a break." The tickling stopped and the ability to breathe was graciously returned to me. Candice blew me a mock kiss and rolled away before my tears mixed with sweat started dripping from my face. Within seconds, a pair of teal ballet flats returned into my field of view and were quickly obstructed by a white face cloth that was being rubbed all over my face.

"There, there," whispered Candice. Meanwhile, I felt Amelie's hands massage the area around my nipples, and then press firmly around each in turn as she released each clamp. The sudden return of circulation each time caused a brief but intense spike in pain along with some trashing against my bindings; Amelie's firm yet caring hands nevertheless quickly eased the pain as she continued her massaging of my chest. My quickened breathing slowly returned to normal, and aside from the persisted throbbing in my groin, I felt like I was floating on clouds again.

With the face cloth quickly tossed aside, and I heard someone open a bottle of water. I couldn't see either women, however. "That was fun, wasn't it?" asked Amelie, after which I heard someone take a few sips of water.

"It sure was!" Candice chimed back, followed by more sips of water.

"Mmmph, Mmmph," I mumbled through my gag. Both women, still out of sight, burst into laughter. A slender hand with cherry-red fingernail paint, Amelie's, holding a large water bottle, appeared below my face, and was teasingly offering it a couple of inches away from my gagged mouth.

Regardless of how fruitless my efforts were going to be, I squirmed in my bindings desperately trying to put my mouth to bottle, eliciting more giggles from the two women.

"Our tickle slave is obviously not thirsty enough," Candice chimed as I saw Amelie's hand lower the water-filled bottle onto the floor, leaving it in plain sight.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" I protested.

This time, shapely feminine legs clad in opaque black tights, wearing a pair of patent black leather pumps came into view on either side of the bottle--a soft, tickling whisper in my left ear, Amelie's, "we will be back later, don't drink it all!"

I was left alone, with a water bottle just a few inches, and light-years, away ...

*** Poll ***

Concerning my latest chapter (Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight), should it continue past its 4th instalment?

• Yes, and keep it coming in small weekly instalments until a proper conclusion (3/5 votes).
• Yes, but do wrap it up in a single, complete (and potentially very long) instalment (2/5 votes).
• No, but do just pause it, and return to it after a few months and other short stories.
• No, and leave it as is, allowing readers to freely imagine the rest of it.

[LunaDog]

My friend, it's YOUR story, and therefore you must do what you feel best.

[tiedinbluetights]

My friend, it's YOUR story, and therefore you must do what you feel best.

Thanks @LunaDog I certainly agree with you; each author on this site ought to write in the form and style they feel is best suited for them. In this particular case, however, I've got an "experimental" interest with these polls. Basically, the experiment is whether they are even worth my time to formulate and use with my stories.

While the polls haven't increased the number of comments generated (the most desirable metric for an author to gage reader engagement), nor have they significantly increased the number of views per day (a mostly irrelevant metric to gage engagement, as that number fluctuates mostly based on whether there was a recent comment popping the story to the front page, or not, plus views say nothing about whether the story was enjoyed or at least appreciated), they do provide a means of "limited and quick" response to the story, for those who do not wish to comment.

The first poll, about what the content of the next instalment should be, was limited to a selection of story ideas that I had all worked on, and mostly fully fleshed out. The results, based on 4 votes only, were still useful in determining which stories I was going to post first. Also, I would add that despite only 4 votes, so only 4 interactions with my series, I considered that first poll a success as that was after more than 6 months of inactivity from my part on this particular series of mine. It meant that some viewers were still willing to engage with it even if not interested in commenting.

Whether or not I continue to use polls will mostly depend on how else I would want and be willing to use them in order to encourage engagement with my stories. And of course, if number of voters remains lower than I would like, then I'll simply stop using them for stories.

Finally, I want it to be clear that I will continue to write stories and post those that I feel comfortable enough posting so long as I remain able bodied enough with sufficient free time to continue doing so. Lack of comments is discouraging, but as my signature says, I mostly write and read for my own personal satisfaction.

I hope this response was not too long and won't discourage you or others from commenting

[LunaDog]

As you wish, then Sir, i have just voted!

Good luck with your aims here, and your words DO make sense.

[milagros317]

Since all four responses so far want you to continue this story, please do so!
For my part, this is because F/M tickle torture is my favorite activity with bondage.

[tiedinbluetights]

As you wish, then Sir, i have just voted!

Good luck with your aims here, and your words DO make sense.

Thanks @LunaDog; I hope the next instalments, however they are formatted, won't disappoint:!:

Since all four responses so far want you to continue this story, please do so!
For my part, this is because F/M tickle torture is my favorite activity with bondage.

Thanks @Milagros317; I'm glad you enjoy my take on F/M tickle torture stories.

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-5: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

I floated there, my eyes transfixed on the water bottle left there right under my nose. How long has it been since I was cruelly offered that sweet cool drink my sealed lips and suspended body could never reach? I tried to reach, with my spandex clad fingers, the locked buckle of the leather strap suspending my wrists to the beam. It was futile, but it was exactly such futility that I craved: inescapable bondage and torment, absolutely dependent on the mercy of the women who held me captive.

I fought against my bonds for a little while, mostly to keep shifting pressure points and avoid cramping--the only agency I had. Eventually, I just eased into my bindings once more, and closed my eyes, drifting away into subspace, resigned to crave that unreachable sip of water ...

A distant feminine giggle snapped me back to my predicament. I opened my eyes to see that the water bottle was gone, replaced by a pair of legs lying on the padded floor. Whomever was now with me had black ballet-flats on her feet, and her legs were clad in a combination of opaque burgundy tights under black fishnets, making for a lovely contrast. Judging by what I was seeing, she must have sat herself off to my right, placing her feet just under my suspended head. I tried to turn and see more than just her feet and lower legs, but the straps suspending my head and body denied me that privilege.

Her right foot rose slowly towards my nose and tapped it twice, filling the air with a delicate perfumed scent of lilacs mixed in with new leather. "Kiss."

That was my sweet Lucille's voice! I so desperately wanted to kiss her foot that I strained against the straps with all my strength, but just couldn't get my gagged and strapped mouth any closer.

Fingers unseen started to tickle my feet and knees, causing me to sway from my struggles. "Perhaps a little encouragement?" Amelie's voice quizzed from somewhere above me.

Lucille tapped my nose a couple of more times with her foot, but kept it away from my sealed mouth, just out of reach. "Kiss," she repeated. I redoubled my efforts despite the swaying caused by my struggles against Amelie's tickling fingers. The leather straps suspending me started to creak, but I just wasn't able to reach Lucille's foot.

As Amelie's tickling continued and as my wife's lovely foot so close yet out of reach, filled my field of view, another pair of unseen hands started poking my armpits and ribs. "Slave can't even fulfill the simplest of orders!" Candice pipped in mockingly.

Three tormentresses! Was I in a heavenly hell or hellish heaven I wondered, as my cock started to swell again against is spiked cage.

Lucille started to lower her foot away from me, as I muffled through my gag as loud as I could, "MMMPHFFF!", "MMMPHFFF!"

"What is it sweet subby-hubby? You want to kiss my foot?" Lucille teased. I tried to nod my head in agreement, which only prompted more giggles from my tormentresses.

"Alright, but only one last chance," Lucille conceded in a teasing tone. "A reward for kiss, a punishment for failure," she added as she raised her left foot this time towards my sealed lips. Amelie's tickling of my feet and knees and Candice's poking of my ribs and armpits ceased as I once more desperately strained against unyielding leather straps, suspending me and keeping my lips a mere millimetre away from my sweet Lucille's foot. What the reward or the punishment would be didn't even cross my mind.

And just as Lucille let out a sigh and was about to lower her foot, I felt my sealed lips covered by a leather strap finally make contact with my Wife-Mistress's foot! "Mmm, mmm" I muffled trying to make kissing sounds.

"Well, well," Lucille exclaimed as she lowered her foot and slide away from view. "Looks like a reward's been earned."

"Oh, oh! Could I suggest the reward!" Candice cheerfully exclaimed.

"Please do." My sweet Lucille remained outside my field of view, yet I could vividly imagine the wicked smile forming on her sweet angelic face as she said those words ...

(to be continued...)

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-6: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

Barely audible, soft, feminine whispers slowly faded away as I resumed my floating in subspace. I became oblivious to the pressure of the straps holding me suspended mere inches form the padded floor beneath me. I closed my eyes as endorphins flooded my body, making me fall into blissful reverie and losing all sense of time.

WHACK! I heard and felt a sharp facial slap against my left cheek, startling me back awake and causing my bound form to sway back-and forth in my suspended state.

"You mustn't fall asleep, subby-hubby; night is still young and we have yet to have our fill of tormenting you. Sweet Candice here has come up with a most delightful reward for you. Not that you actually managed to kiss my foot, hmm?"

I felt someone's hands loosening the leather strap that passed over my mouth, as Lucille's hands brought a fresh white face-cloth into view. "Hush, not a word," she added softly.

Unseen scissors cut-through the microfoam tape that held Lucille's panties firmly in my mouth. As the microfoam was peeled away, my sweet Lucille brought the face-cloth closer and a spit out the worn out panties into it. I couldn't see much as Lucille tossed away that face-cloth and brought another fresh, but damp one, into view and proceeded to wipe my face clean with it. My dry parched lips welcomed every pass of the damp cloth, and ached to squeeze more water out of it.

At this point, I could have said something. My Wife-Mistress's command not to utter a word was more code in a consensual game than an actual order to an actual slave. But I longed for this game to continue and discover what Candice, my wife's sweet young assistant, had thought up as a 'reward'. Whatever it might, I thought, it would be a devilishly sweet predicament.

As if reading my mind, Lucille pressed the damp cloth against my lips, allowing for some sweet water to enter by dry mouth.

"Not too much," my sweet Lucille warned aloud, "it could be several more hours before we decide to set you free." She then leaned into my left ear and whispered softly to me "whatever follows, it has my blessing."

I heard Lucille walk away, out of sight, while saying aloud "tickle-slave is all yours, Amelie, Candice. Have fun!"

As Lucille's footsteps receded a pair of cute size 6.5 bare feet with teal-painted toenails came into view. A dainty hand came into view and pinched my nose shut, forcing me to open my mouth as another dainty hand started shoving foul tasting sheer white fabric into my mouth: Candice's pantyhose from earlier!

Candice worked fast, and as soon as my mouth was thoroughly stuffed, she started wrapping several layers of microfoam tape around my mouth. My nose was no longer pinched shut as she did this, and once again I was gagged with a worn and foul-tasting, yet also deliciously sweet, female undergarment. However, in all these years of blissful marriage, this was the first time ever that my sweet Wife-Mistress had allowed me to be gagged with another woman's underwear! The taste was bitter, but not intolerable as my saliva starting soaking up the nylon fabric.

Candice then re-applied and locked the leather strap around my mouth that held my head suspended from the beam, relieving slightly the pressure of the strap around my forehead. As Candice did this, another pair of hands, Amelie's was attaching some elongated object to my crotch, adding three more straps around my pelvic area that were also secured to the supporting horizontal beam. Dread filled me as the device pressed against the multi-spike lined and capped chastity cage under my leotard and tights. Thankfully, what was presumably a vibrator was not yet on, ... yet.

As I floated there, suspended, wondering what was to follow, Candice inserted a nasal dilator for my nose, making it impossible for me to try and close my own nostrils; at least she wouldn't be able to pinch them shut.

"That's to ensure you diligently perform your next duty," Candice's sweet innocent voice whispered into my left ear. Her cherry scented breath filled the air, but was quickly replaced as a teal coloured ballet-flat shoe came into view and secured to my nose with more microfoam tape. A mix of vinegary, cheesy, and mushy-pea scents assailed my nostrils along with the bitter taste in my mouth.

"How long to you think it will take him to air out my shoes?" Candice asked.

"I'm not sure, an hour, two perhaps?" Amelie mused.

"Each?" Candice asked.

"I think so." Amelie responded. "And after, I'd like our slave to air out my pumps as well."

They couldn't be serious! Were they going to keep me tied up, dangling mere inches away from the floor, suspended horizontally, for four to eight more hours! That would be humanly impossible!

"Isn't there anything we could do to accelerate that?" Candice asked.

"Well, let's see ..."

(to be continued...)